This is a song about "Left"

That was good shit, is there any left

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Take the exit, the nearest left

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Hold up yea we the best

'till there's nothin' left.

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I'm still confused about why you left

Got nothing left to say

I swear i'm coming back one day

Friend after friend left me

Like hoes down in magic city

Your father left you for another

I got something you've been waiting for